Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1887-08-31

Dorothea. "Oh," thought he, "lf like
Pygmalion, could make this statue a
living thing; il only by my love L could
breathe life and love into her-this
, faultless, divine DorotheaI" He was
showing more in his eyes than he knew,
and looking up, Dorothea met the look
and understood. Her face was a shade
paler as she arose and left the room.
Taine sighed. II have not the power, -
he thought, and was disappointed and
dissatisfied with himself, as he was
when he could not bring out in marble
his highest conceptions.
Dea's voice was cold no longer, and
the passion that quivered through il
brought him to her side. Why should
he sigh for the uuattainable when he
could possess such love as this? lie
was magnetized, so0thed, and for a
little while forgot art.
One day he said to Dorothea: "Y You
have never seen any OF my statues, and
L have something new in my studio
which the world says is my best and
greatest work; will you come and see
lt?n
She bent her head simply in assent.
The next morning, after making her
round of visits among those WHO need d
her care and charity, she went slowly
up the stairs which led to Taine' s
studio. She was going for a purpose.
But why does she suddenly stand still,
as if unable to drag herself up the few
remaining steps? Can this be the
woman whom Taine has called a
statue: Her mouth is quiverlng, her
eyes are tender and misty, and she
sways as though She would fall. Yes,
she loves; but, true to her nature, her
love was sublime, unsellish and self
sacrificing. In few moments she had
recovered her cOmpOsure and entered
the studio. Taine came eagerly forward
to meet her. Seeing her for the first
time alone, ana where he always
thought OF her most, among his mar
bles. he grew dizzy with a sudden hope.
This is it," drawing a curtain
aside.
lie said no more, knowing that the
exquisItely beautiful figure called
Love" would reveal more in her than
he could express. a little shiver ran
through Dorothea As she stood perfect
ly still, and gazed upon the face and
figure of herself. 1t was marvellous to
her, and she gloried in the genius and
greatness Of the man whose highest and
ideal nature she could SO thoroughly
appreciate. A light swept over her
face, and Taine, seeing 1t, could keep
silence no longer.
"Dorothea, need 1 tell you that
love your" he exclaimed, passlOnately.
She started, and for an Instant half
turned from him, COMPRISING her
mouth tightly. Then she lifted her
head bravely and said:
"You have done wrong to make this
statue of me; it should have been OF
Dea. not l."
And you do not, Will never love
mep" ne faltered.
Her gray eyes met lis as cold and
passionless as ever.
NO" she continued, az love but
one being, and that Is my daughter,
Dea. She loves you, and you will not
break her heart. You Will marry
her?''
Yes" he said sadly. "if you wish
it.''
She left him stand ng alone. DorO-
thea went back to the quiet village.
She was weary of the world, and
longed for the peace ana isolation of
her childhood home. Tame kept his
word, and Dea lived on in the light of
her love. BY the strength of her own
love she finally won his heart entirely,
but his art was dead. lie created no
moTel